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Chapter 246: I'm Your Fan
🕑 Added 2025-10-27 10:51:21 +0000 UTCScarlett turned to me, since I had just shaken her hand.
"Huh, so even the great Jake has someone he can’t resist?" she smirked.
"Whoa, who?" Carly asked with interest, trying to see who I was looking at.
"Jake, I loved this dress you bought for me," Britney said as she approached me, Nathalie waving beside her.
"You look stunning. But come on, there’s someone I want to meet personally," I replied, pulling Scarlett along.
The rest of the girls followed me as we walked toward two older men.
"I didn’t know you were such a big fan of Steven Spielberg," Britney murmured next to me.
Scarlett gave me a strange look.
I let go of her and said, "I’m really your fan," as I walked right past Spielberg. "Mr. Williams," I extended my hand, and he shook it firmly.
"My name is Jake Harper," I introduced myself.
"A pleasure," he answered, his face kind and gentle like that of an elder statesman.
"I’m your fan too, Mr. Spielberg," I added, turning to him, "but this legend is on another level," I said excitedly, making Steve burst into a hearty laugh.
"He certainly is," Spielberg agreed, giving John a friendly pat on the back.
"Ah, and these are my friends," I said as I introduced the girls. "Scarlett Johansson, Britney Spears, Carly Shay, Cher Horowitz, Regina George, and Natalie Portman."
Mr. Williams offered a formal greeting to everyone, while Spielberg said, "Nice to meet you all. Good work in Lost in Translation, Miss Johansson. You too, Miss Spears, in Chicago. Nice to see you again, Miss Portman." He then turned to Carly. "And Miss Shay, my kids love your show."
Scarlett was clearly flattered to receive a compliment from one of the greatest directors in history. Britney too, though to a lesser degree. Carly remained casual.
"Steve, if this boy is bothering you, I can have him kicked out," a voice came from behind me.
"Ayo, Peps, you are so mean," I turned around.
"Virginia, it’s a pleasure seeing you again." Steve gave a polished smile.
"He doesn’t look like it, but he’s the writer of Lost in Translation," Pepper announced, making John and Steve look surprised.
"Also, he wrote Paranormal Activity, The Conjuring, and Annabelle."
Now they were looking at me differently
"But let’s leave the young ones to interact," Pepper drew their attention. "How about we talk more about the idea of you directing War of the Worlds?" she asked Steve, grabbing his attention.
The two gave a polite nod and went to talk with Pepper.
"Who is he?" Britney asked me
I gasped, "you dont know John Willians?" I said outraged
"I didn't regonize right away that he is the John Williams," Scarlett said next to me. "He might be the greatest composer in history. Thirty nominations and five Oscars."
"Woah!!" Carly exclaimed, she also didn’t know the legend.
I placed my hand on Scarlett’s waist and led everyone to follow me to a more private corner. Then I hummed:
"Duuuun... dun...
Duuuun... dun...
Dun... dun... dun-dun-dun-dun..."
""That is Jaws," Regina said
"TAAAAAN TAAAN TAAAN TAAAAAAN
taaaan-taaan-taaan-taaaaaan
TAAAAAAN TAAAN TAAAN TAAAAAAN" I also made hand gestures, like a conductor.
"Star Wars Main Theme," of course, was Natalie who answered the fastest. And I continued,
"TAAN-taan-taan-taan
TAAN-taan-taan-taan
TAAAN-taan! TAAAN-taan!"
"Indiana Jones Raiders March," Carly laughed
This time I started to whistle.
"Harry Potter!" Britney pointed out, "Hedwig’s Theme."
Then I did Jurassic Park, Home Alone, E.T., Superman, and Schindler’s List.
"My God, he did all that?" Cher widened her eyes.
"And much more," I affirmed. "If you enjoy popular movies, it’s almost impossible not to have heard one of his compositions."
Finally, we went to take our seats, since the Oscars were about to begin.
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We all sat more toward the middle of the theater (the Oscars have assigned seating). Evelyn, Charlie, Alan, Judith, Pepper, me, and Scarlett, in that order.
Carly, Cher, and Regina sat right in front of me.
Monica, Chandler, and Rachel sat in the front with Joey (reserved for the nominees of the main categories. We could have gotten those seats too, since we were nominated for Best Picture, but I thought the middle was better—just leave the actors and actresses of the film there).
Britney got a seat near Natalie.
"And the winner of Best Supporting Actress," the host opened the envelope and announced, "Jennifer Connelly."
Everyone applauded.
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"My God, this will take forever," I whispered to Scarlett.
"Just a little over an hour has passed," she discreetly glanced out of the corner of her eye.
"And the winner of Best Documentary Feature is Murder on a Sunday Morning," the announcer said (I don't know who he is).
"There will be a Murder on a Sunday Night," Pepper looked at me, "if you don’t behave."
"I did nothing," I said wronged. But I would have liked to do some mischief with the girls in front of me (to kill the boredom)
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After a few more minutes, I got a little distracted. I almost jumped when I looked to the side—there was a dude next to me (a seat filler).
During the commercial break, Pepper returned.
"Jesus, Pepper, I thought you had turned into a man," I joked.
She didn’t even bother to say anything.
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Renée Zellweger walked on stage and said,
"Here are the nominees for Best Original Screenplay."
"Finally," I murmured. Three fucking hours...
She then read the list, as the names appeared on the screen:
"Jean-Pierre Jeunet and Guillaume Laurant for Amélie; Julian Fellowes for Gosford Park; Nia Vardalos for My Big Fat Greek Wedding; Jacob Harper for Lost in Translation; and Christopher Nolan and Jonathan Nolan for Memento."
After opening the envelope, she announced,
"And the Oscar goes to… Jacob Harper for Lost in Translation."
